Daily Writing Challenge

F-17

Five hundred words due today. Yippee!! Half a thousand to write and my mind is blank. I have done so many loads of laundry in the past few days that all I am capable of is scrolling through Facebook videos. I have an amazing number of cat videos on my feed, real cats with dubbed dialog, AI cats line dancing or cooking or various other quirky activities. Today's funniest clip was an AI cat pulling a gun on their vet when the vet is about to give it a shot. Cat with a gat. Stupid auto correct tried to change gat into hat. Screw auto correct! Mew mew with a pew pew.

My dog is in my lap and after four days of me running up and down the stairs every ninety minutes to do laundry she is really pissy every time I have to move her off of my lap. She thinks I have not got anything resembling a good reason to get up. So I am still in bed with her curled up in my lap. I ask her to move and she lifts up her head and paws my leg as if she thinks I am just asking for a sign of life. I have to pee right now. I am supposed to drink at least eighty ounces of water every day that is five water bottles give or take. I have had one and a half bottles since I peed last. Make that two bottles. I will hold it for now, but I dread the attitude she is going to give me when I can not hold it any longer.

My wife is watching true crime shows on YouTube. We just got done with one that was making us both mad. It was about a child rapist and murderer. He ended up getting caught. He confessed, told the police where to find the evidence and the body and then plead not guilty to the crime. After all the horrible things he did to that little girl he was prepared to subject the family to the horrors of a trial. We were horrified and pissed until the coward entered a guilty plea to avoid the death penalty. That pissed us off a bit because if anyone deserves the death penalty, then that man does for what he did to that poor little girl.

I am going to tell Gracie to move. I will be back with an empty bladder. Ohhf she just kicked me in the bladder. I am back. Gracie decided she wants to snuggle my wife instead because she does not get up anywhere near as often. But my lap is not empty. Precious climbed aboard almost faster than I could sit down.

I am tired. I did not sleep well last night. I was up late doing Papa's laundry. We actually fell asleep with the last load in the dryer. But we woke up and folded it at around one a.m.. Gracie just kicked Precious out of my lap. She claims me as her exclusive property and it just pissed her off too much seeing Precious there. I do not care just so long as she does not start peeing on me to mark me as her territory..